Walking

My walking was in the Middle June park
Where from fountains their water jump
And my mind came to its favorite bank
To continue its construction of boats
Which would be full of harmony and love
Which could fly over forests and roads

And let me dedicate my poem
                to the God Abstract
And its continuation –
                to  Unique God Alive
whom I already would be ready to give
                all my life as a gift
Every time this God could be concrete
Who decided to take his fortune ticket
                for our ship
to come back to Orion
                to restore his highest list
and to delete
            everything
that was too strongly connected
                with the Earth

Every year is seemed to be very hard
When we remember
                what we’ve achieved
And every next year is seemed
                to be better and happier
than a previous one
      specially if I feel that I can write
                my best poem
when autumn breezes come in
by their viola melodies full of light
              and full of subtlety of them